This is extracted from Peter Dolving's blog in Myspace. Comments are pretty much appreciated


Wanna dance?

Seriously folks. It time to talk about THEM.
I know them, you know them. Yes, we all know them...
The smart people.

The condescending smirk-carrying fuckers.
The clean folk.
They like me. They think I'm one of them. I'm not. The smart people with smart jobs, smart clothes, smart educations and smart financial solutions to smart conditions and problems they smartly create for themselves.

The smart people love to talk.
A lot.
Especially about how shitty other people are. About How other people manage their shitlives, shitambitions and shitjobs.
Oh Yeah you know them...

Did you ever think about how The smart people give themselves away?
Sooner or later they open their smart little mouths and out comes some Smart little tirade about why 99% of the rest of the human race are stoopid. Dumb. Moronic. Evil. Disgusting. Filthy AND mean. How THEY don't understand.
The smart people are inevitably immensly sad. And lonely too. The smart people really want me to one of them. But Guess what? I love being me. A slooooooow big lug dumb fucking farmer redneck son of a bitch with my love for
fartjokes AND Noam Chomsky. I am sick to death of the judgemental bullshit pouring like bile from the wounds of sad little smart folk. Fuck that. Fuck the idea idea of stoopid.

I'm one of the stoopid folk OK?!
Because I don't get things right away.
I don't understand everything. I don't even have the ambition. I want to ride, shoot straight and speak the truth. Just like the Entombed album.

I want to be nice to nice people. I want to drink a good cup of coffee. Take me home, let me sleep in your bed. Hell, I'll get naked and fuck, but don't expect me to feel sympathy for you if you start laying out your distain and ill-disguised hatred of your fellow human beings. Because I like people.
Seriously. Really. I do.
Everyone is not a fucking saint. I'm certainly not one. But I sure ain't no villain either. I know murderers and drugdealers who are amazing people too, just as I know physics-professors and mathematicians who are mean selfish sons of bitches, I don't love them any less, because they happen to be my friends.

Because; I. Happen. To. Like. People.

Sure, watch enough bullshit on TV and read enough escapist fantasy novels with a simplified moral content and I'm sure one could even make sense of the senseless. Because the idea that humans are stooooopid is basically senseless and pretty uninformed.

People; As in Homo Sapien Sapien, are au contraire immensly intelligent.
Intelligence has nothing to do with the choices we make in our everyday lives. Information and surrounding on the other hand are.

One of my informed smart friends came to me with a weary conclusion of why he doesn't care anymore. Off he goes on telling me some story. Yes a classic scapegoater. ONE story about an unsuccessful development project in some
third world country, and how someone he cared for invested their energy and most of their life into the project and when everything went to shit and shivers... Well guess what; Because - "People are idiots..."

Fuck me, if that's not a pretty fucking uneducated way to draw a conclusion.
How hard it is to accept the fact that everyone have different circumstances and surroundings I don't know. Personally I don't have a hard time with it. I have had some pretty harsh fucking times in my life and yes, I have done some real despicable things. So honestly, I don't think it's a strange thing at all that other
people do selfish, destructive or desperate things. It is unfuckingfortunate. It sucks. It is to put it down in one simple word; Shit.

Well sorry bruthas and sisters. Get up and get on with your life. Learn from your mistakes. Caring, sharing, giving and bearing are not mistakes. Simply because if they are sincere, they entail no obligations.

They come without effort and are selfless and well, sincere. If you are disapointed afterwards because you didn't get a reward, well soooooooory little friend. That is only because you where selfcentred enough to give with an agenda. A secret motive. For somekind of profit, expecting gain from goodness? Fuck you punk! That's not giving. That's called bartering, did you miss out on those five minutes in third grade?

We live on a very beautiful planet, filled with very beautiful people. How we percieve reality is mostly up to what we are conditioned to up to the age of five. Or so believes a great deal of psychologists, sociologists and even anthropologists all around the world. I find it highly probable given their research. Give that a little thought.

Between when we are born and the age of five, the years we are most receptive, shapable. How do people treat their kids? Like a fucking necissary evil, pets or porcelain dolls. We shove (and have for generations) little potential Einsteins around like fucking cattle, herding, pushing and shoving them around to walk in line, "Say thank you mam!" and "Yes sir!". We subject them to hours of nonexistance in not playing with them, Child-parent play-participation is about as prevalent in ordinary American and European homes as AIDS on the moon. We have pacifiers and baby carriers and speak to them like they were all born with brain-damage. And when they grow up and do really weird shit and sometimes become smart people, they might just come to the conclusion that well; People = shit. Think about it, please?

Me, I like people. Because we have a potential to be great. Some of us get have the privilige to enjoy the active striving towards achieving or at least reaching for that sweet aspiration. Most never even know they have the potential. Most people never have the luxury of learning more than one language. A lot of people even believe they are carriers of inherit sin and carry a deep rooted feeling of not being good nor worth goodness. Most people are brought up to believe in the concept of good and evil. How's that for laying down the red carpet..."Here you go little one, do this and you're fucked, do that and you're better than that one. Oh, by the way, you're actually fucked anyway so basically go fuck yourself. Here's a bullwhip, it's works just as well whether you direct it at yourself or someone else, but make damn sure you make good use of, people DIED for your freedom to use it..." How's that for a guilt trip...?

I fail to see the sense in that. But then again I am opposed to violence as a political or religious tool as well. In fact I think religion and so called politics are mere horse shite as well. Actually I think any kind of control and authority built on fear/repression is nothing short of disfunctional and pathological. And yes, I think Communism is outdated and naive. Just as I think capitalism or freetrade or neoliberalism or neoconservatism is nothing but elitist and selfserving, and no better than the idea of Papal World Rule or Proletarian Dictorship.

What if Jesus, GI Joe, and whatnot pioneers of whatever didn't die for me at all? What if I want nothing of that? What if I want nothing but my freedom to drink a good cup of coffe, with nice people being nice to nice people and
enjoying the sweetness of doing my best, to the best of my ability for a life worth living without anyone holding me back but myself?

Ooops, sorry, that's what I do most of the time isn't it?
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Naivé? Hardly. Unrealistic? Not in the slightest. I'm obviously doing it. So if you feel you are one of the smart people and have managed to read yourself all the way here in this, do yourself a favor; Dumb it down a little, get a little silly. It gives perspective. And it's fun too.
So; Wanna dance? No? How about a good fuck?

Peace yall! / Pete from The Haunted